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"Not exactly. There are energy fluctations around the Souls that change from day to day, which would imply that they aren't neccessarily dormant - but rather, preparing."

Unless it was a weird sort of dormancy, anyway. But Hadrian wasn't too worried about that; he was more concerned about the science part of it all, while Dacian was the one more interested in the actual Soul.

"Expression - they seem to stay mostly the same, though there have been some slight changes. We think it may just reflect their general mood."

Folding his arms across his chest, the man took a moment to try and think of exactly what it was that Dacian put in those notes - did he explain everything? He was sure the basics of it were explained, but...

"They're from our world. Did Dacian's note explain all of that properly?"

He really hoped it did...he was horrible at these explanations.

"It explained it mostly. Well, the basics. The letter said there was some sort of problem on your world, and you... rescued these Souls, I guess. Is that about right? The thing I was confused on... are they the souls of the dead, or people you really did rescue?"

Natalie took one last good look at Ophiera before heading back to Hadrian and Stephan.

"We can go see Stephan's now," she said, smiling at the two men. Well. At the man and the fratboy.

When they entered the second room, Stephan was a bit more curious. After all, who wouldn't be curious about something they'd be needing to take care of for well, most of its life. Of course, he couldn't have thought of that with Natalie's curiousity in the first room, that would have been silly. Now, instead of standing back against the wall, he wandered right up close to it, much closer than she had gone. He stared at the strange look on the thing's face, he thought it was a face at least, for a while, seeming deep in thought.

He was crouched down, trying to get a look at all angles, then suddenly, he stood straight up again, turning to face Hadrian, "Ok, so what's wrong with it?" Truth be told, it looked kind of... Slow. A few bulbs short of a chandelier. But that could have just been the odd way it seemed to be sticking it's tongue out. And the colors on it, silver and purple... Guess that meant he was going to have a little daughter then, in a way.

"Some may have had good lives, other's, bad...but the times were bad, yes. Though if the Soul had been young enough, perhaps it wouldn't have memories of the bad times."

Giving a wry glance at Stephan, Hadrian wasn't sure whether to be insulted or amused.

"Nothing, as far as we know. It seems...happy."

Or flamboyant, and Natalie had suggested.

Natalie nodded, thinking about that. "Well... let's hope the fact that these two are smiling... means they had happier lives than most," she murmured, mostly to herself.

Then she looked up at Stephan, crossing her arms and tapping her foot a little. Hadn't they gone over this?

"I hope it's a boy," she muttered. "A very flamboyant boy."

Hearing something, Stephan looked back over his shoulder at Natalie, having been deep in his thoughtless inspection, "Huh? Did you say something?" He didn't really wait for an answer, now behaving somewhat like a kid in a candy store. He wanted to poke it, or wave his hand through it, something, but he knew that was probably not the best idea. This mage guy Hadrian didn't really seem like the 'let loose and experiment' type. Though he figured a little round of wasabi shots would clear that up. Or at least give him bragging rights and an odd story.

"Yes, that wraps it up."

Opening night? But...if Thorn was going...

But she seemed to really want him to go.

"...If I'm free, I'll attend. Thank you for the invite."

Polite on the outside, cringing on the inside. An entire show spent sitting besides Thorn? He had to bring someone...but no, there were only two tickets.

...well, hopefully they wouldn't have assigned seat numbers. Then he could sit somewhere else, or 'happen' to wind up with someone sitting between them.